Luyện nghe bài hát Y'All Know the Name featPharoahe Monch, Xzibit, Inspectah Deck & Skillz

"Uh.uh.uh.baby!"

"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the with both hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the with both hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"You out there?" "Louder!"

Monch}
This is masterful, classical, wax, imperial tactics
shit I master, traps that collapse backwards
All area access, passes practice
Hit em, then I'ma shit on em and on em, and send faxes
Maximum (uh) not the minimal
The oratal rock chop like Florida
Subliminal raps make criminals act bitch
Instrumental in the most pinnacle rap shit
Got Toni Braxton lookin collapsin
My get feet to steppin like Fast Actin Tinactin
Dominant X-Men conference actin
wack rap actors to get a reaction
My venom rips up then I'ma wreck shit
Then I'ma flip, administer on this next shit
Deejays collect tips from then hit the exit
at show the front row, usually gettin hectic
The X shit...

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the track both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the track with hands. together"
"The fall forever win. you out there?"

yo, uh-huh, yeah, check it
You wanna get to my level but you hustle enough
Any attempts at touchin my and I'm fuckin you up
I'm sick of weak shit winnin, nigga yo' rhymes ain't
The life is a bitch, seem like everybody cop blockin
The is runnin out, gunnin out the police
I crack the teeth of any nigga with
Masterpiece, X-Ecutioners,
Any problems, come to Los and ask for me

Deck}
Yo castastrophe, none can match me, naturally
smash ya faculty
Veral and battery
Sparatically blast at the capacity crowd and cause
savy, niggaz blast me out the Navi'
Groupie chick wish she could me
XE in of me, hit like a daquiri
Accurately, ya don't grab me, ya skills latchkey

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the with both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Stabbin the track... the track"
"...with hands"

I got my man Roc on the slash and cut
Rob where you at son, the "What What"
Sinister em - now we ready to go
but not least, total eclipse (Whatchu don't know?)
I got a question, who can see I don't know
But whatever I play, you know Skillz gon' flow
we mastered the feat, you can't bring us (what)
Y'all could crap if y'all was doin that shit eight fingers
Come on black, we in the Hall of
Got ya in our crib on the Wall of Shame
I expect emcees to murder me (what)
Cuz when we open up and cuttin, you wish you was in surgery
You see the X?
some on-offs nigga take yo' ass back to doin parties
You're off if somebody shoot ya
And ya name to DJ I-Got-Beat-By-The-X-Ecutioners

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the track with hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Fifty in the stands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the track with hands. together"
"The fall. gon' win" "You out there?" "Louder!"
"Y'all the name"

*Redman's dog barking*